I was looking at an old friend's photos on facebook today. I realized that there was a whole life that I left behind. A whole group of friends who continued on without me. Lives. Deaths. Kids. Houses. Coffee and beer and parties and running into each other at grocery stores.
And for a moment, I wondered what it would be like if I hadn't moved away. I wondered if I would have been in those pictures.
And for a moment, I felt homesick for a life that never really existed.